Friendly Postcards

I'm not gonna lie. It started with a man. **Doesn't it so very often start with a man? My friend Betsy has a crush - from afar - on her substitute mailman. Apparently he is QUITE the sight to be hold. (Christina used to live in the house where Betsy now lives. His aesthetic appeal is firmly corroborated.) So some of us started sending her mail. A lot of mail. We don't know his schedule, but when he does work, you'd better believe our girl is getting mail delivered by the hot mailman. Some of it from me. You can expect this collection to grow. Thank you Betsy! (And thank you, too, to the hot mailman.) PS. At long last I'm remembering to tell you that the hot mailman ended up being engaged. To someone who is not Betsy. But it seems they're fine friends now and I leave this up in honor of the human condition and its wistfulness combined with its continual desire to connect with others.